i don't claim it as mine

!!! WARNING TO ALL BENDY AND THE INK MACHINE ART MAKERS AND ASK BLOGS !!!

!!!PLEASE READ AND REBLOG THIS!!!

A person going by the name “ Flandre Scarlet (Bendy The Dancing Devil) “ has  stolen countless pictures of artwork and reposted them on Google Plus.

Without even doing the following!

  • Claim that it doesn’t belong to them!
  • Ask for permission!
  • Or credit who and where it belongs to!

Please spread word of this person. For they may have already stolen your art without even asking. And if you have a google plus account, please report this person!

They are already known for stealing mine ( @bendy-boris), @ask-showstopper-bendy ,  @askbendytheangel ,  @bendythe-demon , @anastasia-cherubin ,  and @asktheinkdemon .

(I will add more to the list if you state you find yours got stolen too. )

I drive with silence.

It’s a lonely road, and one I never thought I’d travel. I never would have imagined this to be my path of life. It’s been an uphill struggle, with sharp bends and sudden dips—sometimes I lost sight of the top of that hill.

But it’s the hill I chose to climb, and now… here I am, at its peak, looking back into my past. My perspective has changed. Here I am, at its peak, and I’m not looking up anymore.

(Have I left you behind? I reach out, can you take my hand? But everyone is still climbing their hill—I’ve reached the top of mine.) Here I am.

Where do I go now? There’s no more path, no more road to travel, not like the one I had. Will I ever get that back, that path towards something?

Where do I go now?

I’m wandering. I’m lost.

Can you see me, from the top of this hill? Can you see who I am?

See who I am. I am what I love.

And I love you. I love what you do; I love who you are. Each and every one of you—a unique and individual human, climbing their own hill. So take my hand, and we’ll walk this next path together.

—thoughts and feelings from @markiplier’s “I Feel Lost

it’s strange.
to have met love so many times,
yet i still don’t know its name.
to have mistaken infatuations for love, to have called its name before it even saw me.
to have seen glimpses of love,
only to watch it slip out the back door
like an intruder in the middle of the night.
do i even know what love looks like.
do i even know.

the signs and small children
  • Aries: "Aww you're so adorable... you're gonna be prettier than me one day"
  • Taurus: "You're just so cute I wanna eat you up... oh that sounds weird, that's not what I meant."
  • Gemini: "oml. I don't wanna break you... you do you, I'll just admire you from here"
  • Cancer: "Come and love me please I want to be your favourite <3"
  • Leo: "Never grow up, it's a trap"
  • Virgo: "They're so flipping cute I'm going to steal them and claim them as my own"
  • Libra: "so cute XD I can't"
  • Scorpio: "Awwww you're gonna get all the boys/girls aren't you, I can tell"
  • Sagittarius: "Why're you so small?!"
  • Capricorn: "I will name him squishy and he shall be mine"
  • Aquarius: "you're adorable but also please don't cry because I don't know what to do"
  • Pisces: *taking hundreds of photos* "CAN I HOLD THEM?!"

“I have played by the rules for so long…

No, not your rules. You work at the behest of a system so broken that you didn’t even notice when it became corrupted at its core. When I first broke your rules, a sitting President had authorized assassination squads in Laos and the head of the FBI had ordered his men – you – to conduct illegal surveillance on his political rivals. Your rules have changed every time it was convenient for you.

I was talking about my rules. I have lived by those rules for so long, believed in them for so long, believed that if you played by the right rules, eventually you would win… but I was wrong, wasn’t I? And now all the people I cared about are dead, or will be dead soon enough. And we’ll be gone without a trace.

So now I have to decide… decide whether to let my friends die, to let hope die, to let the world be ground under your heel… all because I played by my rules.

I’m trying to decide. I’m going to kill you. But I need to decide how far I’m willing to go, how many of my own rules I’m willing to break, to get it done…

I wasn’t talking to you.”

– Harold Finch (The Day The World Went Away, 5x10)

anonymous asked:

Don't you get the impression that in some of the T2 premiere pics Cait was in a pretty obvious desafiant mood? The way she posed for some of these pics with Sam and her smug face was something else! She was like screaming he's MINE, looong time since I didn't see her staking her claim over Sam that public. Thoughts?

They both looked a bit defiant. It was good to see them being “loud and proud” and together! Before the IFH they were both pretty demonstrative but it was earlier in the relationship and it offer took a different, more flirty tone. After a year behind he scenes they have emerged with a more settled, mature relationship and it was lovely to watch them just out there and enjoying themselves and daring anyone to say different! You are right, anon, there wasn’t room on that red carpet evening for anyone but each other. Quite a declaration, really. We are together! Get used to it!😊

I really, truly hate when people conflate the terms GNC and ‘Nonbinary’ (or just don’t know what GNC means at all), so here you go:

GNC (Gender Non-Conforming): Not identifying with/actively practicing the societal gender roles assigned to your sex
Ex. Males who wear makeup and skirts (still men), females who don’t shave and cut their hair short (still women).

‘Nonbinary’: Identifying out of the “gender binary”
I.E. Trying to claim that they are neither men or women.

They. Do. Not. Mean. The. Same. Thing.

anonymous asked:

Thomas? Bisexual?? Noooooooo. I refuse.

Mmm yea me too. I’d actually like to say a few words on this because I don’t know if I’ve ever heard anyone claimed Thomas was bi as well? (Just James.) I would have no problem whatsoever if Thomas were bisexual so let me just get that out of the way. But to me all evidence points to the contrary.

Let’s also get the usual disclaimer out of the way that yes, Thomas absolutely loved Miranda and she him.

Okay. We saw Thomas and Miranda interact only a few times directly with one another, and in each of those interactions you could tell their was love and affection between them, however, there was never any indication that they were sexually attracted to one another.

And especially in this show, the seeing or not seeing of something is important. Because the relationship between Thomas, James, and Miranda was vital to the show. We were shown Miranda and James’s relationship develop. That included the carriage scene where they (presumably) had sex for the first time. So while James and Miranda were definitely sexually attracted to one another (at least during that time), there was no scene that let the audience know that Thomas and Miranda’s husband and wife duties were sexual. I’m not saying they never had sex (perhaps when they first fell in love, perhaps in an attempt for Miranda to get pregnant, who knows); I’m saying I don’t think that Thomas loved Miranda in that way.

So again, if the creators wanted Thomas to be bisexual, they would have very clearly shown us that he was. As it is, we know that he only ever interacted with James in a way that was read as sexual (all the looks, the grins and smiles, the body language, etc). I think Miranda served as a beard for them: as a woman who loved both of them enough to deflect her gay husband’s activities away and onto herself by being promiscuous.

I think some people tend to overlook the importance of the time period too. Any nobleman who was gay during that time would have had to hide it from most people AND they would had to have gotten married. That wasn’t exactly a choice the way it is today–it was expected and was simply a part of being able to function in society, regardless of your sexual orientation.

All of that being said, I don’t necessarily think that means they couldn’t have been an ot3, with Thomas and Miranda focused on James during their sexual encounters (though I tend to think after James and Thomas hooked up, James and Miranda no longer saw each other that way).

But these are just my thoughts and feelings and honestly, at this point, who cares anyway? Because Thomas’s One True Love is a man and he will be living out the rest of his days on a peach farm with his one true (ginger) love and that’s all that matters. :)

anonymous asked:

When the pups are little, instead of saying 'i liked it' therefore it is mine. They will scent an object to claim it is theirs. You will hear "DAD! TOMMY SCENTED MY XBOX!" "Tommy, don't scent you siblings stuff." "I DIDN'T SCENT IT! I JUST FELL!"

Sibling 1: “I scented it, it’s mine now!”
Sibling 2: “You can’t scent food!” 

Hey everyone. I gotta talk about something.

I fairly often see followers of mine posting about how cishet aces aren’t LGBT, or including “don’t follow if you think cishet aces belong in the community” in their byf and such.

And sometimes, this is accompanied by reblogging posts in which ace people say genuinely terrible or absurd things! So I’m not going to claim that I have no understanding whatsoever of the aversion people have.

I’m ace. I’m neither cis nor het, but I’m ace, and it’s a huge part of my identity, and as a result of being ace and trying to deny it I’ve gone through a great deal of pain and self-hatred. I personally think cishet aces should be in the community, if they wish, but I understand the reasons that people don’t want them. If it were just that, I would probably see those posts and just roll my eyes, but here’s the thing.

Ace people can talk about abuse they’ve endured, about discrimination from therapists, about feeling alienated from other people, about feeling broken, just really horrible things, and people will come out of the walls to mock them for suggesting that aphobia is real or to explain at length why this doesn’t technically constitute oppression. And, I have to be honest, that’s disgusting. I mean, my god, even if you’re correct that what they’re talking about isn’t aphobia, or that it doesn’t fit some technical definition of oppression, that’s horrible. That’s not an acceptable way to treat other people who’re talking about pain they’ve endured. And then there’s the simple matter that I’ve never observed these people having a very high opinion of us non-cishet aces, either. Most of the discourse posts I see don’t even bother adding the “cishet” qualifier anymore.

I know not all ace exclusionists do any of that or support those who do. But the honest truth is that they make me feel unwelcome in my community, and having them around just kinda bums me out.

I don’t really feel comfortable blocking people for this. Like I said, I can understand some of the discomfort people have. So I’ll just say this again: I think cishet aces belong in the LGBT community. If that makes you want to unfollow me, please do.

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What the fuck is this even?  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

this love came back to me

She glances up from her sketchpad, pencil freezes as her eyes follow Robert’s progress down the stairs and into the room. She takes in the jacket and gray slacks, his hair styled messily and hides a small smile. He pauses by the mirror, makes a slight face before brushing his hair back and closes his eyes at his own ridiculous behavior.

“You look alright.”

Robert looks at her reflection in the mirror, smiling slightly as he says, “Yeah?”

“For a middle aged prat, yeah.”

His laugh is short and loud and it makes her grin. It’s taken him a long time to be able to do that again. “Oi, cheeky.” He fidgets, brushes imaginary lint off his shoulders and turns. “Thanks again for sitting. I know you could be doing a million other things.”

Liv waves his words away. “I’m his aunt-slash-big sister, ain’t I? I got to study anyway. And anyway what’s the point of having kids if you can’t get them to do stuff for you every once in awhile?”

Robert shrugs. “Thought you all were only good for headaches and ulcers to be honest.”

Liv smirks, points her finger at him. “I never gave you ulcers, mate. That was all the in-laws.”

“Which you technically are.”

“Hmm.”

Robert eyes her carefully as he moves toward his wallet. “Aaron is stopping by to tuck Jacob in so…be nice.” At her glare, he sighs and gives her a pointed look. “Fine. Try not to be too much of – just don’t do or say anything in front of Jacob, ok?

Liv nods her agreement. Her anger at Aaron has calmed in the eight months since the separation. Mostly in the beginning it had been because she’d seen what Aaron leaving had done to Robert, how he’d not gotten out of bed for nearly a week after it was over. The fact that she’d had to hide it from people so he wouldn’t be at risk of losing Jacob. He’d managed to pull himself out of it for her and Jacob thanks to his sisters and Diane. But her anger had doubled in that time. Then later it was because she could not understand how you could love someone one day and just…not the next.

(She knows in her head that it was more complicated than that. Robert had even told her that it was years of issues coming to a head. He still didn’t blame Aaron and that makes something ache inside her chest that she has to ignore or she would probably go next door and punch her brother in the face.)

“Where is Will taking you?”

Robert shrugs. “Not sure. Into town, though.”

Liv nods, doesn’t say anything because the pub was out of the question (she finds it ironic that the Dingles are set against Robert dating anyone and keep trying to force the issue of a reconciliation when they’d been the first to take sides before they’d realized Robert had actually done nothing wrong) and going to the B&B would just produce awkwardness what with Diane being…Diane.

She likes Will fine. He was nice and seemed to like her and Jacob. He was funny in this weirdly quiet way that was different from Aaron. It still takes her a minute to comprehend that her loud, obnoxious big brother Robert Sugden is dating a librarian. A librarian.

(She can still hear Aaron’s soft “Robert’s mum was a librarian” when Charity has commented on the strangeness of Robert’s choice of rebound.)

She doesn’t like Flynn much but she figures she probably never will so she isn’t sussed about it because he doesn’t like her right back. Aaron is having to deal with that idiot and part of her enjoys watching him get more and more frustrated.

No one can ever claim that Olivia Flaherty hasn’t learned a thing or two about being petty from the Sugdens and the Dingles.

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